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On either side awaits a virgin fair,

His ardour straight th' obedient prince suppressid, While thus the matron, with majestic air:

And, artful, thus the suitor-train address'd : Say you, whom these forbidden walls enclose, • On, lay the cause on youtlr yet immature ! For whom my victims bleed, my vintage flows; (For Heaven forbid such weakness should endure!) If these neglected, faded charms can move? How shall this arm, unequal to the bow, Or is it but a vain pretence, you love?

Retort an insult, or repel a foe? If I the prize, if me you seek to wife,

But you ! whoin Heaven with better nerves has blest, Hear the conditions, and commence the strife: Accept the trial, and the prize contest.” Who first Ulysses' wondrous bow shall bend,

He cast the bow before him, and apart And throngh twelve ringlets the feet arrow send, Against the polish'd quiver propt the dart. Him will I follow, and forsake my home,

Resuming then his seat, Epitheus' son For him forsake this lov'd, this wealthy dome, The bold Antinous to the rest begun : Long, long the scene of all my past delight, “ From where the goblet first begins to flow, And still to last, the vision of my night!”

From right to left, in order take the bow; Graceful she said, and bade Eumæus show And prove your several strengths.”—The princes The rival peers the ringlets and the bow.

heard, From his full eyes the tears unbidden spring, And first Leiodes, blameless priest, appeard : Touch'd at the dear inemorials of his king.

The eldest born of Enops' noble race, Philatius too relents, but secret shed

Who next the goblet held his holy place : The tender drops. Antinous saw, and said : He, only he, of all the suitor throng,

“ Hence to your fields, you rustics ! hence away, Their deeds detested, and abjur'd the wrong. Nor stain with grief the pleasures of the day;

With tender hands the stubborn horn he strains, Nor to the royal heart recall in rain

The stubborn horn resisted all his pains ! The sad remaembrance of a perish'd man.

Already in despair he gives it o'er : Enough her precious tears already flow

“ Take it who will,” he cries, “ I strive no more. Or share the feast with due respect, or go

What numerous deaths attend this fatal bow! To weep abroad, and leave us to the bow :

What souls and spirits shall it send below!
No vulgar task! Il suits this courtly crew Better, indeed, to die, and fairly give
That stubborn born which brave Ulysses drew. Nature her debt, than disappointed live,
I well remember (for 1 gaz'd him o'er

With each new Sun to some new bope a prey, Wbile yet a child) what majesty he bore !

Yet still tomorrow falser than today.
And still (all infant as I was) retain

How long in vain Penelope we sought!
The port, the strength, the grandeur of the man." This bow shall ease us of that idle thought,
He said, but in his soul fond joys arise,

And send us with some humbler wife to live,
And his proud hopes already win the prize. Whom gold shall gain, or destiny shall give."
To speed the flying shaft through every ring, Thus speaking, on the floor the bow he plac'd,
Wreich! is not thine! the arrows of the king (With rich inlay the various floor was grac'd)
Shall end those hopes, and fate is on the wing! At distance far the feather'd shaft he throws,

Then thus Telemachus: “ Some god, I find, And to the seat returns from whence he rose. With pleasing phrenzy has possessid my mind; To himn Antinous thus with fury said: When a lord mother threatens to depart, What words ill-omen'd from thy lips have fled! Why with this ill-tim'd gladness leaps my heart? Thy coward function ever is in fear; Come then, ye suitors ! and dispute a prize Those arms are dreadful which thou canst not Picher than all th' Achaian state supplies,

bear. Than all proud Argos, or Mycæna knows,

Why should this bow be fatal to the brave? Than all our isles or continents enclose:

Because the priest is born a peaceful slave. A woman matchless, and almost divine,

Mark then what others can."--He ended there, Fit for the praise of every tongue but mine. And bade Melanthius a vast pile prepare; No more excuses then, no more delay;

lle gives it instant fiame : then fast beside Haste to the trial-Lo! I lead the way.

Spreads o'er an ample board a bullock's hide. I too may try, and if this arm can wing

With melted lard they soak the weapon o'er,
The feather'd arrow through the destin'd ring, Chase every knot, and supple every pore.
Then if no happier knight the conquest boast, Vain all their art, and all their strength as vain ;
I shall not sorrow for a mother lost;

The bow inflexible resists their pain.
But, blest in her, possess these arms alone, The force of great Eurymachus alone
Heir of my father's strength, as well as throne." And hold Antinous, yet untry'd, unknown:

He spoke! then, rising, his broad sword unbound, Those only now remain'd; but those confess'd
And cast his purple garment on the ground. Of all the train the mightiest and the best.
A trench he open'd; in a line he plac'd

Then from the hall, and from the noisy crew, The level axes, and the points made fast

The masters of the herd and flock withdrew. (Ilis perfect skill the wondering gazers ey'd, The king observes them: he the hall forsakes. The game as yet unseen, as yet untry'd.)

And, past the limits of the court, o'ertakes. Then, with a manly pace, he took his stand ; Then thus with accent mild Ulysses spoke : And grasp'd the bow, and twang'd it in his hand. Ye faithful guarrlians of the berd and fock!

Three sinner, with beating heart, he made essay; Shall I the secret of my breast conreal,
Three times, unequal to the task, gave way: Or (as my soul now dictates) shall I tell?
A modest boldness on his cheek appear'd: Say, should some favouring god restore again
And thrice he hop'd, and thrice again he fear'd, The lost Ulysses to his native reign?
The fourth had drawn it. The great sire with joy How beat your hearts ? what aid would you afford,
Leheld, but with a sign forbade the boy.

To the proud suitors, or your ancient lord ?"

Philætius thus: “Oh were thy word not vain ! “ Not so, Eurymachus ; that no man draws Would mighty Jove restore that man again! The wondrous bow, attend another cause. These aged sinews with new vigour strung

Sacred to Phæbus is the solemn day, In his blest cause should emulate the young.” Which thoughtless we in games would waste away : With equal vows Eumæus too implor'd

Till the next dawn this ill-tim'd strife forego, Each power above, with wishes for his lord. And here leave fix'd the ringlets in a row.

He saw their secret souls, and thus began : Now bid the sewer approach, and let us join “ Those vows the gods accord: behold the man! In due libations, and in rites divine, Your own Ulysses ! twice ten years detain'd So end our night : before the day shall spring, By woes and wanderings from this hapless land : The choicest offerings let Melanthius bring : At length he comes : but comes despis’d, un- Let then to Phæbus' name the fatted thighs known,

Feed the rich smokes, high curling to the skies. And finding faithful you, and you alone.

So shall the patron of these arts bestow All else have cast him from their very thought, (For his the gift) the skill to bend the bow.” Ev’n in their wishes, and their prayers forgot! They heard well-pleas'd: the ready heralds bring Hear then, my friends: If Jove this arm succeed, The cleansing waters from the limpid spring: And give yon impious revellers to bleed,

The goblet high witi rosy wine they crown'd, My care shall be, to bless your future lives In order circling to the peers around. With large possessions, and with faithful wives; That rite complete, uprose the thoughtful man, Fast by my palace shall your domes ascend, And thus his meditated scheme began: And each on young Telemachus attend,

“ If what I ask your noble minds approve, And each be call'd his brother, and my friend. Ye peers and rivals in the royal love! To give you firmer faith, now trust your eye ;

Chief if it hurt not great Antinous' ear, Lo! the broad scar indented on my thigh,

(Whose sage decision 1 with wonder hear) When with Autolycus's sons, of yore,

And if Eurymachus the motion please ; On Parnass' top I chas'd the tusky boar.”

Give Heaven this day, and rest the bow in peace. His ragged vest then drawn aside disclos'd

Tomorrow let your arms dispute the prize, The sign conspicuous, and the scar expos'd : And take it he, the favour'd of the skies ! Eager they view'd, with joy they stood amaz'd; But, since till then this trial you delay, With tearful eyes o’er all their master gaz'd : Trust it one moment to my hands today: Around his neck their longing arms they cast, Fain would I prove, before your judging eyes, His head, his shoulders, and his knees embrac'd: What once I was, whom wretched you despise; Tears follow'd tears; no word was in their power: If yet this arm its ancient force retain; In solemn silence fell the kindly shower.

Or if my woes (a long-continued train) The king too weeps, the king too grasps their hands, And wants and insults, make me less than man?" And moveless as a marble fountain stands.

Rage flash'd in lightning from the suitors' eyes, Thus had their joy wept down the setting Sun, Yet mix'd with terroar at the bold emprize. But first the wise man ceas'd, and thus begun : Antinous then : “ Oh, miserable guest! “ Bnough-on other cares your thought employ, Is common sense quite banish'd from thy breast? For danger waits on all untimely joy.

Suffic'd it not within the palace plac'd Full many foes, and fierce, observe is near: To sit distinguish'd, with our presence grac'd, Some may betray, and yonder walls may hear. Admitted here with princes to confer, Re-enter then, not all at once, but stay

A man unknown, a needy wanderer? Some moments you, and let me lead the way. To copious wine this insolence we owe, To me, neglected as I am, I know

And much thy betters wine can overthrow : The laughty, suitors will deny the bow:

The great Eurytion when this phrenzy stung, But thou, Eumæus, as 'tis borne away,

Pirithous' roofs with frantic riot rung; Thy master's weapon to his hand convey.

Boundless the Centaur rag'd; till one and all At every portal let some matron wait,

The heroes rose, and dragg'd him from the hall; And cach lock fast the well-compacted gate: His nose they shorten'd, and his ears they slit, Close let them keep, whate'er invades their ear; And sent him sober'd home with better wit. Though arms, or shouts, or dying groans, they hear. Hence with long war the double race was curs'd, To thy strict charge, Philætius, we consign Fatal to all, but to th' aggressor first. The court's main gate: to guard that pass be Such fate I prophesy our guest attends, thine."

If here this interdicted bow he bends : This said, he first return'd: the faithful swains Nor shall these walls such insolence contain; At distance follow, as their king ordains.

The first fair wind transports him o'er the inain ; Before the flame Eurymachus now stands,

Where Echetus to death the guilty brings, And turns the bow, and chafes it with his hands : (The worst of mortals, ev'n the worst of kings.) Still the tough bow unmov'd. The lofty man Better than that, if thou approve our cheer; Sigh'd from his mighty soul, and thus began: Cease the mad strife, and share our bounty here." “I mourn the coinmon cause; for, oh, my To this the queen her just dislike express'd: friends!

'Tis impious, prince, to harm the stranger On me, on all, what grief, what shame attends !

guest, Not the lost nuptials can affect me inore,

Base to insult who bears a suppliant's name, (For Greece has beauteous dames on every shore) And some respect Telemachus may claim. But baffled thus; confess'd so far below

What, if th’immortals on the man bestow Ulysses' strength, as not to bend his bow !

Sufficient strength to draw the mighty bow, How shall all ages our attempt deride!

Shall I, a queen, by rival chiefs ador'd, Our weakness scorn!" Antinous thus reply'd : Accept a wandering stranger for my lord ?

A hope so idle nerer touch'd his brain:

Old Euryclea calling them aside, Then ease your bosoms of a fear so vain.

Hear what Telemachus enjoins," (he cry!!) Far be he banish’d froin this stately scene

At every portal let some matron wait, Who wrongs his princess with a thought so mean.” And cach lock fast the well compacted gate ; “ Oh fair! and wisest of so fair a kind !"

And if unusual sounds invade their ear, (Respectful thus Eurymachus rejoin'd)

If arins, or shouts, or dying groans, they hear, Mov'd by no weak surmise, but sense of shame, Let none to call or issue forth presume, We dread the all-arraigning voice of fame; But close attend the labours of the loom.” We dread the censure of the meanest slave, Her prompt obedience on his order waits; The weakest woman: all can wrong the brave.

Clos'd in an instant were the palace gates. • Behold what wretches to the bed pretend

In the same moment forth Philætius flies, Of that brave chief, whose bow they could not Secures the court, and with a cable tie's Ju came a beggar of the strolling crew, (bend. The utmost gate (the cable stsongly wrought And did what all those princes could not do.' Of Byblos' reed, a ship from Egypt brought); Thus will the common voice our deed defame, Then unperceiv'd and silent at the board And thus posterity upbraid our name.”

His seat he takes, his eyes upon his lord. To whom the queen: “ If fanie engage your views, And now his well-known bow the master Lore, Forbcar those acts which infamy pursues;

Turn'd on all sides, and view'd it o'er and o'er: Wrong and oppression no renuwn can raise ;

Lest time or worms had done the weapon wrong, Know, friend! that virtue is the path to praise. Its owner absent and untry'd so long. The stature of our gniest, his port, his face, While some deridingz. How he turns the bow ! Speak him descended from no vulgar race.

Some other like it sure the man must know, To him the bow, as he desires, convey ;

Or else would copy; or in bows he deals; And to his hand if Phæbus give the day, Perhaps he makes them, or perhaps he steals" Hence to reward his merit he shall bear

“ Heaven to this wretch"(another cry'd,)“ be kindl A two-edg'd falchion and a shining spear,

And bless, in all to which he stands inclin'd, Embroider'd sandals, a rich cloak and vest, With such good fortune as he now shall find." And safe conveyance to his port of rest.”

Heedless he heard them; but disdain'd reply; “ O royal mother! ever-honour'd name! The bow pesusing with exactest eye. Permit me,” (cries Telemachus)“ to claim Then, as some heavenly minstrel, taught to sing A son's just right. No Grecian prince but I High notes respousive to the trembling string, Has power this bow to grant, or to deny.

To some new strain when he adapts the lyre, Of all that Ithaca's rough hills contain,

Or the dumb late resits with vocal wire, And all wide Elis' courser-breeding plain;

Relaxes, strains, and draws them to and fro; To me alone my father's arms descend,

So the great master drew the mighty bow: And mine alone they are, to give or lend.

And drew with ease. One hand aloft display'd Retire, O queen, thy household task resume, The bending heros, and one the string essay'd. Tend with thy maids the labours of the loom; From his essaying hand the string let tly The bow, the darts, and arms of chivalry, T'wang'd short and sharp, like the shrill swallow's These cares to man belong, and must to me."

cry. Mature beyond his years, the queen admir'd A general horrour ran through all the race, His sage reply, and with her train retird:

Sunk was each heart, and pale was every face. There, in her chanber as she sate apart,

Signs from above ensued: th' unfolding sky Revolv'd his words, and plac'd them in her heart. In lightning burst : Jove thunder'd from on high. On her Ulysses then she fix'd her soul,

Fir'd at the call of Ileaven's almighty lord, Down her fair cheek the tears abundant roll, He snatch'd the shaft that glitter'd on the board: Till gentle Pallas, piteous of her cries,

(Fast by, the rest lay sleeping in the sheath, In slumber closid her silver-streaining eyes. But soon to fly the messengers of death). Now through the press the bow Eumæus bore, Now sitting as he was, the cord he drew, And all was riot, noise, and wild uproar.

Through every ringlet levelling his view; “ Hold! Jawless rustic! whither wilt thou go? Then notch'd the shaft, releas’d, and save it wings To whom, insensate, dost thou bear the bow? The whizzing arrow vanish'd from the string, Exild for this to some sequester'd den,

Sung on direct, and threaded every ring. Far from the sweet society of men,

The solid gate its fury scarcely bounds; To thy own dogs a prey thou shalt be male; Pierc'd through and through, the solid gate reJf Heaven and Phobus lend the suitors aid."

sounds. Thus thuy. Aghast he laid the weapon down, Then to the prince : “ Nor have I wrought thee But bold Telemachus thus urg'd him on : [words; Nor err'd this hand unfaithful to its aim; (shame; " Proceed, false slave, and slight their empty Nor prov'd the toil too hard ; nor have I lost What! hopes the fool to please so many lords? That ancient vigour, once my pride and boast, Young as I am, thy prince's vengeful hand, Ill I deserv'J these haughty peers' disdain ; Stretch'd forth in wrath, shall drive thee from the Now let them comfort their dejected train, Oh! could the vigour of this arm as well [land. In swert repast the present hour employ, Th' oppressive suitors from my walls expell! Nor wait till evening for the genial joy : Then what a shoal of lawless men should go Then to the lute's soft voice prolong the night; To fill with tumult the dark courts below !!! Music, the banquet's most refin'd delight.” The suitors with a scornful sınile survey

He said, then gave a nod; and at the word The youth, indulging in the genial day.

Telemachus girds on his shining sword. Euineus, thus encourag'd, hastes to bring Fast by his father's side he takes his stand The strifeful bow, and gives it to the king. The boamy javelin lightens in his haud.


Not so content, with bolder frenzy fir'd,

Ev'n to our bed presumptuous you aspir'd:

Laws or divine or human fail'd to more,
Or shame of men, or dread of gods above:
TIeedless alike of infamy or praise,
Or fame's etcrnal voice in future days :
The hour of vengeance, wretches, now is come,

Impending fate is yours, and instant doom.”

Thus dreadful he. Confus'd the suitors stood,

From their pale cheeks remdes the dying blood : THE DEATH OF THE SUITORS.

Trembling they sought their guilty heads to hide, Ulysses begins the slaughter of the suitors by the Alone the bold Eurymachus reply'd :

death of Antinous. He declares himself, and If, as thy words impart,” (he thus began) lets tly his arrows at the rest. Telemachus Ulysses lives, and thou the mighty man, assists, and brings arms for his father, bims:If, Great are thy wrongs, and much hast thou sus Eumæus, and Philætius. Melanthius does the

tain'd same for the wooers, Minerva encourages Ulysses In thy spoil'd palace, and exhausted land; in the shape of Mentor. The suitors are all The cause and author of those guilty deeds, slain, only Merlon and Phemius are spared. Lo! at thy feet unjust Antinous bleeds. Melanthius and the unfaithful

vants are exe- Not love, but wild ambition was his guide; ented. The rest acknowledge their master with | To slay thy son, thy kingdoms to divide, all demonstrations of joy.

These were his aims; but juster Jove denyid.
Since cold in death th' offender lies: oh, spare

Thy suppliant people, and receive their prayer!
Then fierce the hero o'er the threshold strole; Brass, gold and treasures, shall the spoil defray,
Stripp'd of liis rags, he blaz'd out like a god. Two hundred oxen every prince shall pay:
Fall in their face the lifted bow he bore,

The waste of years refunded in a day. And quiverd deaths, a formidable store :

Till then thy wrath is just-Ulysses burnd Before his feet the rattling shower he threw, With high disdain, and sternly thus return'd: And thus, terrific, to the suitor crew:

All, all the treasures that enrich'd our throne One venturous game this hand has won today Before your rapines, join'd with all your own, Another, princes! yet remains to play ;

'otter'd, vainly should for mercy cail; Another mark our arrow must attain,

'Tis you that offer, and I scorn them alt; Phobos, assist! nor be the labour vain."

Your blood is my demand, your lives the prize, Swift as the word the parting arrow sings, Till pale as yonder wretch each suitor lies. And bears thy fate, Antinous, on its wings : Hence with those coward terms; or fight or W'retch that he was, of unprophetic soul !

This choice is left you, to resist or die; High in his hands he rear'd the golden bowl! And die I trust ye shall."—He sternly spoke: Ev'n then to drain it lengthen'd out his breath ; With guilty fears the pale assembly shook. Chang'd to the deep, the bitter draught of death : Alone Eurymachus exhorts the train: For fate who fear'd amidst a feastful band ?

“ Yon archer, comrades, will not shoot in vain ; And fate to numbers, by a single hand ?

But froin the threshold shall his darts be sped, Full through his throat Ulysses' weapon pass'd, (Whoe'er he be) till every prince lie dead? And pierc'd the neck. He falls, and breathes his Be mindful of yourselves, draw forth your swords last.

And to his shafts obtend these ample boariis The tumbling goblet the wide foor o'erRow's, (So need compels). Then all united strive A stream of gore burst spouting from his nose; The bold invader from his post to drive; Grini in convulsive agonies he sprawls :

The city rous'd shall to our rescue haste, Before him spuru'd the loaded table falls,

And this mad archer soon have shot his last.” And spreads the pavements with a mingled food Swift as he spoke, he drew his traitor sword, Of floating meats, and wine, and human blood. And like a lion rush'd against his lord : Amaz'd, confounded, as they saw him fall, The wary chief the rushing foe repress'd, ''prose the throngs tumultuous round the hall; Who met the point, and forc'd it in his breast : O'er all the dome they cast a haggard eye, His falling hand deserts the lifted sword, Fach look'd for arins: in vain ; na arms were nigh: And prone he falls extended o'er the board ! “ Ain'st thou at princes ?” (all amaz'd they said) Before him wide, in mix'd effusion, roll “ Thy last of games unhappy hast thou play'd; Th' untasted viands, and the jovial bowl. Thy erring shaft has made our bravest bleed, Full through his liver pass'd the mortal wound, And death, unlucky guest, attends thy deed. With dying rage his forehead beats the ground, Vultures shall tear thee.”—Thus inceus'd they He spurn’d the seat with fury as he fell, spoke,

And the fierce soul to darkness div'd, and Hell. While each to chance ascrib’d the wondrous stroke, Next bold Amphinomus his arm extends Bline as they were; for death ev'n now invades To force the pass; the godlike man defends. His destin'd prey, and wraps them all in shades. Thy spear, Telemachus! prevents th' attack, Then, grimly frowning with a dreadful look, The brazen weapon driving through his back, That wither'ð all their hearts, Ulysses spoke: Thence through his breast its bloody passage tore;

" Dogs, ye have had your day! ye fear'd no Flat falls he thundering on the marble floor, Ulysses vengeful from the 'Trojan shorc; {more And his crush'd forehead marks the stone with gor While, to your lust and spoil a guaristess prey, He left his javelin in the dead, for fear Dur house, our wealth, our helpless handmaids lay: The long incumbrance of the weighty spear


To the fierce foe advantage might afford,

Or drive him hither, to receive the meed
To rush between and use the shorten'd sword. From thy own hand, of this detested deed”
With speedy ardour to his sire he flies,

“Not so” (reply'd Ulysses) “leare him there, And,“ Ąrm, great father! arm,” (in haste he cries.) For us sufficient is another care : “ Lo! hence I run for other arms to wield, Within the structure of this palace wall For missile javelins, and for helm and shield ; To keep enclos'd his mastcrs till they fall. Fast by our side let either faithful swain

Go you, and seize the felon: backward bind In arms attend us, and their part sustain."

His arms and leg and fix a plank hehind ; “ Haste and return,” (Ulysses made reply). On this his body by strong cords extend " While yet th' auxilia: shafts this hand supply; And on a column near the roof supsend : Lest thus alone, encounter'd by an host,

So study'd tortures his vile days shall end." Driv'n from the gate, th' important pass be lost.” The ready swains obey'd with joyful haste, With speed Telemachus obeys, and Dies

Behind the felon unperceiv'd they passid, Where pil'd on heaps the royal armour lies; As round the room in quest of arms he goes Four brazen helmets, eight refulgent spears, (The half-shut door conceal'd bis lurking foes): And four broad bucklers, to his sire he bears : One hand sustaind a helm, and one the shield At once in brazen panoply they shone,

Which old Laertes wont in youth to wield, At once each servant brac'd his armour on;

Cover'd with dust, with dryness chapt and worn, Around their king a faithful guard they stand, The brass corroded, and the leather torn: While yet each shaft flew deathful from his hand : Thus laden, o'er the threshold as he stepp'd, Chief after chief expir'd at every wound,

Fierce on the villain from each side they leap'd, And swell'd the bleeding mountain on the ground. Back by the hair the trembling dastard drew, Soon as his store of Aying fates was spent,

And down reluctant on the pavement threw. Against the wall he set the bow unbent :

Active and pleas'd the zealous swains fulfil And now his shoulders bear the massy shield, At every point their master's rigid will : And now his hands two beamy javelins wield : First, fast behind, his hands and feet they bound, He frowns beneath his nodding plume, that play'd Then straighten'd cords involv'd his body round: O'er the bign crest, and cast a dreadful shade. So drawn aloft, athwart the column ty'd,

There stood a window near, whence looking down | The howling felon swung from side to side. From o'er the porch appear'd the subject town. Eumæus scoffing then with keen disdain : A double strength of valves secur'd the place, « There

pass thy pleasing night, O gentle swain ! A high and narrow, but the only pass :

On that soft pillow, from that envy'd height The cautious king, with all-preventing care, First may'st thou see the springing dawn of light; To guard that outlet, plac'd Eumzus, there: So timely rise, when morning streaks the east, When Agelaus thus : “ Has none the sense To drive thy victims to the suitors' feast.”. To mount yon window, and alarm from thence This said, they left him, tortur'd as he lay, The neighbour town? The town shall force the Secur'd the door, and hasty strode away: door,

Each, breathing death, resum'd his dangerous post And this bold archer soon shall shoot no more.” Near great Ulysses ; four against an host.

Melanthius then: “ That outlet to the gate When, lo! descending to our hero's aid So near adjoins, that one may guard the strait. Jove's daughter Pallas, war's triumphant maid : But other methods of defence remain,

In Mentor's friendly form she join'd his side ; Myself with arms can furnish all the train ; Ulysses saw, and thus with transport cry'd : Stores from the royal magazine I bring,

“Come, ever welcome, and thy succour lend : And their own darts shall pierce the prince and Oh, cvery sacred name in one! my friend! king.”

Early we lov'd, and long our lores have grown : He said, and, mounting up the lofty stairs, Whate'er through life's whole series I have done Twelve shields, twelve lances, and twelve helmets Or goud, or grateful, now to mind recall, Allarm, and sudden round the ball appears (bears: And, aiding this one hour, repay it all.” A blaze of bucklers, and a wood of spears.

Thus he; but pleasing hopes his bosom warm The hero staods oppress'd with mighty woe, Of Pallas latent in the friendly form. On every side he sees the labour grow :

The adverse host the phantom warrior ey'd, “ Oh curst event! and, oh! unlook'd for aid! And first, loud threatening, Agelaüs cry'd : Melanthius, or the women hare betray'd

“Mentor, beware! nor let that tongue persuade Oh, my dear son !"—the father with a sigh! Thy frantic arm to lend Ulysses aid ; Then ceas'd; the filial virtue made reply: Our force successful shall our threat make good, “ Falsehood is folly, and 'tis just to own

And with the sire and son's commix thy blood. The fault committed; this was mine alone; Wliat hop'st thou here? Thee first the sword shall My haste neglected yonder door to bar,

Then lop thy whole posterity away ; (slay, And bence the villain has supply'd their war. Far hence thy bapish'd consort shall we send ; Run, good Eumzus, then, and (what before With his, thy forfeit lands and treasures blend ; I thoughtless err'd in) well secure that door: Thus, and thus only, shalt thou join thy friend." Learn, if by female fraud this deed was done, His barbarous insult ev'n the goddess fires, Or (as my thonght misgives) by Dolius' son." Who thus the warrior to revenge inspires;

While yet they spoke, in quest of arms again “ Art thou Ulysses? where then shall we find To the high chamber stole the faithless swain, The patient body and the constant mind ? Not unobserv'd. Eumæus watchful ey'd,

That courage, once the Trojans' daily dread, And thus address'd Ulysses near his side :

Known nine long years, and felt by beroes dead? “The miscreant we suspected takes that way; And where that conduct, which reveng'd the lust Him, if this arm be powerful, shall I slay? Of Priam's race, and laid proud Troy in dust?

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